Word To My Mother lyrics

[Verse 1] (Marlon Craft)
Welcome to the show
Anybody got a problem, man, you welcome to the door
I'm the only boy you want said I could melt you in the snow
Couldn’t peg me, all this fire had me melted in the mold
Couldn't train me, I derailed, attention to the details
They all get ate in New York, son, I'm on a killing spree, well
Throw you in the water, and tell yo ass to be well
You ain’t got no say, I'm bout to ring the reel, real well
Like it or not b*tch, I been heightened the plot
sh*t, the strange fruit of our nation's past been ripened a lot
So if ain't nobody gon' speak it, we been likely to rot
The hate is in our DNA and we been likely to clot so f*ck you, hype beast

[Chorus]
On God, I'mma tell the truth or die tryin'
Young city boy, I was raised by lions
Word to my mother, motherf*cker, stop lyin', stop
[?] Down now [?]
I ain’t never bowed down to no man
Motherf*cker, get with the program
I’mma tell the truth or die tryin', die tryin’

[Verse 2]
I just brought the facts homie, I ain't bring the clout wit me
Hit the girl she holla back cause I ain't bring no doubt wit me
I'm goin bananas, take the cameras out and leave ‘em here
Objects in the mirror may be more realer than they appear
This that 2019 New York movement sh*t
This that I’mma smack the f*ck outchu wit jubilance
Hottest white boy who raps so raw they call him Juda Kiss
You only like to fuse with your confusion b*tch, it's Craft

Verse (Nyck Caution)
b*tches, caution, kiss my ass
Call the closer for the task
Mariano with the raps and the tracks who's next up to bat
It's gettin' head in the back she said don't touch my tracks
I pulled her hair and took the horses out the back
Yeah, you get it?
It's the coast, don't you forget it
Break bread with friends, with foes, I bring them Armageddon
They run and we catch ‘em
They fold and we cave in
Take you out and who you came wit
How can you tell me that New York is not alive?
Did you see us through the basement with Big Digga
When ya'll the f*ckin' animation
That means you fiction, a couple hits and you finished
You won't make it through the night
All your soldiers in position, it don't matter, I'm relentless, quick to rip sh*t
East coast, I'm representin', tour on Summer, get your tickets
I'm the illest, all my b*tches is disturbed, so they down with the sickness
It's word to my missus, you feel me?

[Chorus]
On God, I'mma tell the truth or die tryin'
Young city boy, I was raised by lions
Word to my mother, motherf*cker, stop lyin', stop
[?] Down now [?]
I ain't never bowed down to no man
Motherf*cker, get with the program
I'mma tell the truth or die tryin', die tryin'
[Verse 2] (Marlon Craft)
Tell me why we whisper facts and we scream lies
I'm from the city of big dreams where the dreams die
I'm from where you can catch a dirty tin to a clean ironic
They don't make you see sh*t clearer, for real
And I thought it was common sense that words held consequence
But when 10 lies a day come from the highest office
This that trickle-down they wanted I suppose
Whole culture based on “gotcha” where nobody get exposed, though
sh*t, when I was 7 years old, I said “f*ck you” to the wrong one and he snuffed me in the nose
Learned then, though I could take a punch, since then I ain't gave a f*ck
Say it how I see it, couldn't pay me enough to [?]